There had been suspicions of a new generation of Eldian restorationists in Liberio, Zeke had been informed by his Marleyan superiors. With increasing tensions and threats of war with Paradis, there are hopes of a free Eldia, no more internment zones…

They had ordered Zeke to start an investigation, to subtly try and sniff out any hint of anti-Marleyan activity in the internment zone, any hints of correspondence. He had been able to achieve this as a boy, getting his father and mother sent to Paradise at the age of 9 by ratting them out.

But that was way back when, a time where no one would have expected a little boy to disband an entire plot against a tyrannical government. He’s not so sure he could achieve being as conspicuous in his Marleyan uniform, his red Marleyan armband that signified him as a titan-shifter for the Marleyan army.

However, he will have to at least try, of course. At the end of the day, there was no point in arguing to the Marleyans, for he was an Eldian. And to everyone, the only good Eldian was a dead one, unless you worked for the Marleyan, to prove you were a good Eldian.

After a day of wandering around the plaza of the internment zone, looking for any possible restorationist activity. He finds himself in a hole-in-the-wall bookstore.